


Around the bend, on a narrow road. Comes the end, of all we have known The colors…
Yes, we were here! On a recent camping trip we found an unbroken clay pigeon and my daughter…

A revised poem, rewritten from the original in 2014. You can view that poem, No Colors Here on…
sitting alone in the sun life seemingly comes undone following the path of least resistance my thoughts like…
This series of photos were taken on my little cell phone (no it is not a smart phone…